“What?”
“Who is that blond in the black T-shirt?” she asks me. “The one under the hood with your brothers? Like Farrow, but with more muscles.”
The compass sits open on the grass, the needle wavering.
I lift my eyes to the track, seeing Lucas with Jared, Madoc, and Jax, all of them standing around someone’s car, smiling and talking about whatever’s so interesting under the hood.
My body instantly stirs, taking in his jeans and thick arms crossed over his black T-shirt. Broad shoulders, the lean lines of his chest…
My legs crossed at the ankles, I swing my feet back and forth and bury my eyes in one of my many notebooks. “Lucas Morrow.”
I kind of hoped he would’ve been up when I left this morning. I’ve never slept in a house alone with him before, and I was barely able to sleep. All I kept thinking about was getting up to make pizza and wondering if the scent would lure him out of bed. A month ago, I would’ve enjoyed entertaining fantasies about what could happen with a house to ourselves.
Now, I’m too pissed. Still.
“Morrow…” she murmurs. “That name sounds familiar.”
“The party the other night was for him,” Dylan points out, taking a seat next to Aro.
Lucas stayed in the guest room all night, and he let me leave without any interference, interrogation, or commands this morning.
And without his scent hovering over my shoulder.
I glance at him again, seeing his hands in his pockets now and looking at ease as he jokes with Jax. The pulse between my legs knocks, and I heave a sigh, carving theingredients into my damn notebook over and over again.Flour. How does a baker forget flour?
My phone lights up, and I see a text from my mom roll in.
Do you have a ride home?
I arch an eyebrow. Even from all the way in Bermuda, my parents are tracking me.
I pick up my cell and tap out a reply.Everyone’s here—no worries.
I have all the rides in the world to choose from.
I’m not even sure why I’m here. Not only does my dad hate me hanging out at the track around groups of traveling motorheads who have girls in every city, but I’m not a fan of the scene, either.
I just couldn’t move stuff out of my room with Lucas there tonight, nor did I want to be home alone and pathetic with no social life in front of him, either. I could’ve gone to the gym, I suppose.
But turns out, he was coming here too. Maybe he was trying to avoid me.
Love you, my mom texts.
I shoot her a heart emoji.
And Dad says he loves you and not to forget the meeting with Tom next week.
I let out a long breath and push my phone away.Tom Snyder.Our financial counselor. My dad wants me to start investing.
He won’t be happy until I have a cooking show, a magazine of my own, and a Martha Stewart empire. It’ll be another bomb to drop, in addition to me moving out, when they discover that I have no money left to invest. I spent it all on the down payment on the house.
I’ll call Tom tomorrow to cancel the appointment.
“Is he married?” Mace asks.
Dylan tells her, “No.”
I flip the page and start listing half-assed instructions for the blackberry blondies.
